Noctisardor Bypass [m] luke 10:19

in amadeo's mind — and by the consideration of wolfy-instinct-law — anselm had struck first. the father's act had not been one of violence, but of upholding a hierarchy that was now falling into place.
anselm, however? he wanted blood.
and now amadeo faced quite the moral predicament — do what heda would want and relent, or do what god would want and rip him to ribbons?
the german is young and swift. jaws snap around his wrist, and he hears the crack of his bone before he feels it. the pain comes in a sudden avalanche, the scream that he rent sending a nearby swarm of ravens to disappear into the clouds.
a hot scarlet blindness sweeps him as he lurches toward the open neck; he does not even realize it when he
snaps
and he is rocketing toward the nearest tree, a looming sequoia, slamming anselm's upper body against the trunk with the heft of his body
the impact startles him into releasing almost instantly, scarlet seeping into the gray of his muzzle; he collapses to the ground as the adrenaline fizzles out. he lays there, dirt caking in his fur, heart pounding so hard his vision starts to blacken. from what he can hardly register, he sees a crumpled mass of warm gray.
merda! anselm!